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You've got me all of a sweat.

Harry, you still haven't answered my question. Have you arranged with Lord

Rockingham to meet us tonight?

Well, no.

What difference does that make anyway?

Harry, have you ever been bored? So utterly bored that someday you might do

something you'd regret?

Odds fish, Donna. Stop jumping from one thing to another.

What does it matter if you do meet Rockingham? I shan't meet him.

I shan't have anything more to do with him. And if you ever invite him to this

house again, I shall leave it.

Donna!

So you'll leave the house, will you? Yes, Harry, and I shall take the

children with me. Oh, you will?

And where the devil do you think you'll go? I don't know, but go I will.

Oh, you're in one of your moods again, Donna.

That's it, isn't it? One of your moods.

What the devil have you got against Rock, anyhow?

I will not endure his familiarity any longer.

Well, why shouldn't he be familiar?

He's my best friend.

Harry, why must you persist in being so blind?

Can't you realize that your insistence in our being seen everywhere with him is

making me one of the most notorious women in London?

Oh, fiddle-dee-dee, donor.

Notorious.

Well, yes, I did promise Rock a game tonight.

Now, don't make a scene, though.

What have you been doing to Dona? She's the devil of a tiz. What's it all about?

Another mood, another impulse.

You know, that's Dona.

She's angry as sin.

You'd better go on and see what's the matter and try to make it up.

You can't confound a woman that can't get along with a man's friends.

Oh, that's beautiful.

Dona.

When are you going to stop this fencing?

There's only one way it can end, you know.

And there's no sense in making Harry think that you're angry with me.

He's too easygoing to care.

You never laugh, do you, except when you imply no woman can resist you? It amuses

me to find that I'm invariably right.

This is one time, my lord, you're mistaken.

No, but I'm not.

You've shown your hand to me, don't I, when you let Harry bring you to a place

like this, to sit cheek by jowl with the ladies of the town, the only wife among

them. You'll impudent. Take your hand away. No.

You'll have more conceit of your kisses, my lord, and less reason for it than any

scoundrel in England.

Three shillings of all.

Harry, will you please take me home? No, I won't.

Rock's won a great deal of money from me, and I want a chance to get some of

it back.

Fool!

Hey, what's this?

What's all this? What's going on here?

Hey, Dona!

Dona!

Hey, what is this?

Dona!

Dona! Oh, there you are. Oh, Dona, Rock's here. He wants to apologize.

He says he's lost his head.

Where are you going?

I'm going to Navram.

Navram? Why, we haven't been there in years.

Damp and moldy and full of ghosts.

Yes, it is full of ghosts, Harry.

Ghosts of a happiness that's lost.

I'm going to try to get it back. You've lost your wits.

Perhaps I've just recovered them, Harry.

I've been playing a part for you because you've insisted on it. But I'm not going

to play it anymore.

I've done with the stupid, futile life we lead here.

And the company you choose to keep.

Dona!

If you think I'm going to come chasing down after you, you're wrong.

How far have you come?

From London, in five dives.

And where be you going?

Naverin House, near Elford.

Why shouldn't, if I were you? They do say pirates come into the river there.

Pirates? Cutthroats. From ear to ear.

What's happenin' m'lady?

My eight old houses, milady.

Tom, you sent a messenger ahead from Penrhyn, didn't you?

Yesterday, milady.

Call out again.

Hello! The house!

Goatees and goalies and things that go bump in the night.

Deliver us.

Welcome to Navarro, milady.

Who are you, may I ask? William, milady.

The place smells like a tomb.

I don't remember you.

You were not here when we came down last.

No, milady.

There was an old man here. I can't remember his name.

He had rheumatism. He could scarcely walk. Where's he now?

In his grave, milady.

Oh, I see.

And you've replaced him then?

Yes, milady.

Your accent is foreign.

I'd forgotten Cornish people speak strangely.

It is Cornish, isn't it?

A most curious accent, milady.

This place has been closed much too long.

There's dust everywhere.

I wonder who hadn't noticed it.

I had noticed it, milady, but as your ladyship never comes to Navarone, it

seems scarcely worthwhile to see that the rooms are cleaned.

It is difficult to take pride in work that is never seen or appreciated.

In fact, the idle mistress makes the idle servant.

Naturally, milady.

You will please see that every room in the house is swept and dusted, that all

the silver is cleaned, that there are flowers in the rooms, that everything

takes place in short as though the mistress of the house had not been idle.

But it lived here.

Indeed, it never gone away at all.

It will be my personal pleasure, my lady.

Did I ever really look like that?

Tobacco.

Down you go.

White flowers in my room, please.

Good morning, William.

Good morning, milady.

The children and I have decided to have a picnic today.

I felt confident you would, milady. I asked Cook to prepare a suitable basket.

Oh, thank you, William.

We shall be near the chapel, William. You can bring the basket down at noon.

Yes, milady.

Milady. Milady.

Lord Godolphin, milady.

Madam. Lord Godolphin.

I'm enchanted to see you.

Won't you sit down? I just heard this morning that you were at Navarone. Came

over to pay my respects.

Oh, you're too?

I knew Harry very well when he lived here as a boy.

Indeed. My wife will have come, but unfortunately she's not well at the

moment. I understand.

We hope for an heir.

Of course.

I'm sorry to say Harry's not here. I came here alone with the children.

Oh, really? That's a great pity.

It's a great pity. Harry might have given us some help.

You've heard of our troubles, of course.

I've heard nothing.

Oh, really? Too remote down here, I suppose.

We've been vexed by pirates at our wit's end.

My neighbour's estate was sacked only a week ago.

How distressing.

Distressing? It's an outrage. We complain to London, what do we get? A

few soldiers.

No good at all.

The squires of the county must band together, deal with this thing

themselves. Was there anything I can do to help? Nothing, my dear young lady,

except ask Harry to come down and help us fight this Frenchman.

Frenchman? Yes, the French have made a habit of coming into Cornwall ever since

the... Ever since the Cornish pirates have gone over into France.

What? Well, if you like to put it that way.

I don't think you quite realize how serious this matter is, madam.

Down here, we're constantly robbed.

Our womenfolk sleep in terror of their lives.

And not only their lives.

Oh, he's that kind of a pirate, then. What?

Well, really, madam, I must be getting home before dark.

Good day, madam.

Please give my duties your wife, my lord.

Madam, I will.

William. Milady.

I came to Navarone to be alone.

Yes, milady, I understand.

It will not occur again.

You shall make good your escape.

Escape?

You have uncanny intuition, William.

Where did you get it from?

From my late master, milady.

Much of my philosophy is borrowed from him.

I rather think he would tell me your arrival here and escape.

Why did you leave your master, William?

His life is such at the moment, milady, that my services would be of little use

to him.

He travels, milady.

And he's a fugitive, too.

People who travel are always fugitives.

Yes, my master has often made the same observation, milady.

His life, if I may say so, is just one continual escape.

How I envy him.

The rest of us can only run away from time to time.

However much we pretend to be free, we know it's only for a little while.

Yes, milady.

I think you and my master would have much in common, milady.

Come, Henrietta. Time for naps.

You may go along, William. I'll bring the children. Yes, milady.

Come on, Jamie.

Come and get dressed.

Come on.

Come on, my boy.

Did you have a nice day today?

No. You didn't? No. Yes, you did. You loved it. You know you did. You don't

want to go home?

oh oh

It seems that you have been spying upon my ship.

On the contrary.

It seems your men have been trespassing upon my land.

My very humble apologies.

I had not realized that the lady of the manor had come to visit me in person.

Is it by your orders that I was seized and brought here?

My men are told to bring in anyone who ventures to the creek.

In a sack?

You're not hurt, are you?

Then what are you complaining about?

Because I'm not accustomed to being treated in such a manner.

No, of course not.

But it will do you no harm.

Oh, madame, please.

What do you propose to do with me?

Um, yes.

I must consult my book of rules.

I have made no arrangements, apparently, to deal with females.

Most remiss of me.

That's better.

Oh!

What's the matter?

It was you.

You left that tobacco jar in my bedroom.

Did I?

How careless of William had to have noticed.

So it was for you William stayed at Navarre and sent all the servants away.

While we were at London, you slept in my bedroom.

Somehow I was sure you wouldn't mind.

Oh, why were you so sure?

I consulted your portrait on the wall.

My lady, I said very humbly, would you grant the weary Frenchman the courtesy

of your bed?

Well... You bowed gracefully and gave me permission.

I did.

If I'd known for one moment... What would you have done?

I should have come down from the wall and behaved quite differently from what

you imagined.

I don't believe you.

Why not?

Because when I lay in your bed looking up at your portrait, that was not how

you behaved.

How did I behave?

Very differently.

I must be going, my...

My children will wonder what's happened to me.

They know at once

when we return.

and come in dozens.

Perhaps they have a fellow feeling for the ship.

It's my fault for naming her La Mouette.

La Mouette?

Of course, the seagull.

I must return your call.

A matter of courtesy.

Of course.

What is the correct hour?

In the afternoon, I believe.

And you offer me a dish of tea?

Oh, no.

A pirate does not call upon a lady in the afternoon.

He comes by night, rapping upon a window.

And the lady of the manor, fearful for her safety, gives him supper by

candlelight.

As you will.

Thank you. Thank you.

My lady, can I be of assistance, my lady?

William, I thought I told the servants to go to bed.

They are in bed, my lady. I remained up because I thought you might want some

help.

So you know.

Yes, my lady.

How did you know, William?

When you returned this afternoon, my lady, there was something about your

eyes.

They were, if I may say so, without giving offence.

Very much alive.

I said to myself, uh-huh, it has happened. They have murdered last.

Why last?

Because I am a fatalist by nature, my lady. I have always known that sooner or

later the meeting was bound to come about.

I propose to behave outrageously, William.

So it would seem, my lady.

Are you shocked?

No.

Why not?

Because nothing you or my master ever did could possibly shock me, my lady.

Do you think he really will come tonight, William?

I am quite sure of it, my lady.

This is very wrong, William. I'm acting against the interests of my country. I

could be imprisoned for it.

Yes, my lady.

William, do you really approve of your master's profession?

Approve and disapprove are two words not in my vocabulary, my lady. My master

only robs people who can afford to be robbed. He gives away most of what he

takes. He's free of all ties and man-made principles.

I gather he's not buried, then.

Oh, no, milady.

Parishes and marriages do not go together.

Even if his wife should love the sea?

She would not love it enough, milady.

Oh, I wish I were a man.

Why so, milady?

Well, I, too, would find a ship and sail out and be a law unto myself.

Goodness gracious.

Have we anything fit for him to eat?

Rest your mind, my dear lady.

When I went to Halford this morning, I took the liberty of filling a basket.

You mean you anticipated this?

Yes, my lady.

I had premonitions.

I can provide crab prepared in the French fashion, small new potatoes

cooked in their skins, fresh green salad, bottle of wine, and strawberries,

the first of the season.

William, you're incorrigible.

Now, let me see.

Now, light every candle, bring out all the silver. We must do full justice to

Navarin. I will not disappoint you, my lady.

You know it better than I do. What shall I wear?

Suffer is waiting.

Is it wise of you to place all this temptation before a pirate?

Well, it's, uh, it's William's fault. It's all William's doing.

I don't believe you.

William never made these preparations for me before.

Did you, William? No, sir.

He cooked the chopped and served it to me on a chip plate and brushed away one

of the covers of the chairs and told me I must be content.

Yes, sir.

I brought you to Navarne at last.

Perhaps because I was tired of being Lady St. Column.

Why?

Why are you a pirate?

Why did you venture alone to the creek today?

Because of the uncertainty, because I wasn't sure what might happen.

That's why I'm a pirate.

Oh, yes, but... There are no buts. It's very simple.

Piracy suits me.

My ship is my kingdom and my own master.

I come and go as I please.

Couldn't you do as you please in any case?

No.

Anyone who lives a normal life in this world of ours... ...becomes a cog in a

wheel, a unit in a system.

To me, that is intolerable.

I have become a rebel and an outcast.

But I have escaped from such a world.

The idea that piracy is wrong, that does not concern you?

Not in the least.

Even such freedom, doesn't that become a bore sometimes?

On the contrary.

Piracy has its problems which interest me profoundly.

It's an exact science, no less.

A slipshod pirate is a dead pirate and serves him right.

A successful pirate, on the other hand, is much like a mathematician, a poet of

precision.

Besides, I have my fun, my spice of excitement, my beating of the other

fellow. It's very satisfying.

Someday they will catch you.

Someday, perhaps.

What do you think I do when I seek refuge in your creek?

My men are not idle.

They move about the country getting information.

And the Cornish men are robbed, and the Cornish women go in fear of their lives.

And more than their lives, so Lord Godolphin tells me.

Cornish women flatter themselves.

That's what I wanted to tell Lord Godolphin.

Why did you not?

I had my heart to shock him.

You know, Frenchmen have a reputation for gallantry that's entirely without

foundation.

We are...

Shyer than you give us credit for. My fellows never force their attention upon

women. The trouble generally is that the women won't leave them alone.

You forget the country women sometimes find their husbands very dull.

They should teach their husbands better manners.

Do you mind?

Not at all.

Supposing in marriage, for example, one partner has the understanding and the

other is not.

Then the marriage is doubtless very monotonous.

And what decided you upon marriage?

Harry was musing and I... I liked his eyes.

And now you're trying to escape.

William told me you would say that.

Then why don't you?

Escape?

Haven't I?

I see you get to the heart of your subject.

It was my invention.

It's true I caught you unawares when a mood was reflected in your face.

Isn't it unfair?

How so?

To make a copy of a motion at my expense.

Possibly.

But on the other hand, it may persuade you to discard such a mood altogether.

Disillusionment.

Indifference.

Yes, willfulness.

A very different person from the lady of the portrait with whom I fell in love.

Fell in love?

Yes.

A strange, enchanting person who looked down at me from the bedroom wall.

Lady St. Column is not that person.

I prefer Lady St. Column.

And I prefer the lady of the portrait.

I have said to myself...

She and no other.

When the east wind starts blowing in this coast, it continues for several

days.

My ship will be weather-bound, and I can be idle.

There are birds to watch and fishes to catch and streams to be explored.

All these are methods of escape.

Birds to watch, fishes to catch.

Do you suggest that that is the way to make me happy?

A complete happiness is a rare thing.

I do not believe it can ever be fully experienced alone.

But sometimes... It does happen that a man finds a woman who is the answer to

all his more searching dreams.

And the two have understanding of each other.

From the lightest moment to the darkest moment.

Thank you for my supper.

Good night.

Your land commands a view of the river, doesn't it?

An excellent view.

You haven't seen any strange craft entering the estuary?

I don't wish to alarm you.

But a French pirate has been using the river in the past, and he may do so

again. Oh, you terrify me. And I must warn you, he's the type of person who

would have little respect for your person. Oh, you mean he's quite

unscrupulous? I fear so. Oh, and his men are desperate and savage.

They are pirates, my lady.

Oh, I shall take every possible care of my household.

Are they, do you think, cannibals too? I have a little boy, you know.

Calm yourself, my dear, calm yourself.

Perhaps the Frenchman has left our coasts for good.

I wish we could think so.

But he's always most dangerous when he's most quiet.

We shall hear from him again.

But it will be the last time.

Indeed. Yes, madam, the last time. It will be my very great pleasure to hang

him from the tallest gibbet in Cornwall. And I invite all the company here

present to witness the ceremony.

Sir, you are very bloodthirsty.

And so would you be, madam, if you had been robbed of your possessions.

Pictures, plates, silver, all of considerable value.

But think of the joy you will have replacing them. I fear I consider the

matter in a very different light.

Such a pleasure, my dear Lady Goodolphin.

Where shall I change my gown, William?

I thought your ladyship might not be averse to changing behind that tree.

How very considerate of you, William.

What story did you tell them at Navarone?

I told them that your ladyship would be staying to dine with Lord Godolphin and

that you would be late.

How very deceitful of you, William.

He's waiting for you, milady.

Do you think we're mad, William?

Not entirely sane, milady.

It's a lonely feeling, William.

So I have always understood, milady.

I shall be in the avenue shortly after ten o'clock.

Yes, milady.

You may drive me to the house as though we were returning from Lord Godolphin's.

Why are you smiling, William?

I was not aware that my features had in any way relaxed, milady.

You are a liar, William.

Yes, I am.

You have not been long.

I had no mirrors to detain me. Now you understand how simple life becomes when

things like mirrors are forgotten.

May I put the worm on the hook?

Do you think I'm making progress?

Yes.

Do you really think that?

The disillusioned, indifferent, willful Donis and Column, the one who roistered

in the taverns and sat in gaming houses beside the ladies of the town?

If there ever was such Donis and Column, she no longer exists.

I'm glad you said that.

Don't you want your fish?

I was thinking of the conversation this afternoon at Lord Godolphin's.

He and his friends are gloating over the possibility of your capture.

I can understand their interest, but they do not worry me.

No, I believe them to be dangerous. Oh, Godolphin's a dunderhead, but he's

persistent. And Eustach has a mean, obstinate look about him.

They hope to hang you.

Something of a compliment, after all.

Now you're laughing at me.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to be cautious.

Then tomorrow I must begin to plan again.

Then you'll be going away.

I've been idle too long.

I've allowed the creek to take hold of me.

But now Godolphin and his friends shall have a run for their money.

You're going on another raid along the coast?

Probably. And risk capture and death.

Perhaps. It would be wiser to sail back to Brittany.

Far wiser.

The seagull may be wrecked instead of lying peacefully in a haven across the

channel. The seagull, she was not built to lie peacefully in a haven.

It's... Too bad you're not a boy.

You could have sailed with me.

Why do I have to be a boy to do that?

No. You're too precious.

Too delicate for a pirate ship. That's ridiculous.

Oh, please. Please let me go with you just once.

You'd be cold and miserable. Oh, no.

You'd be frightened.

No. Why, you'd be seasick.

Seasick? How much will you wager I'll be seasick?

That depends on what we have to offer each other.

My earrings. You may have my ruby earrings.

Yes.

And what would you demand of me, should you win your wager?

Wait, let me think.

A lock from Godolphin's wig.

You shall have the wig itself.

I will take care of the children, milady. I have every confidence in you,

William. It is my intention to announce to the household this morning that your

ladyship is indisposed, a trifle feverish, and prepared of infection. The

children and the maids are not to come to your room, and you have asked for me

to wait on you myself.

Excellent, William.

You are, if I may say so, a born seaver.

Don't you wish you were coming with me?

Unfortunately, milady, I possess an interior that does not take kindly to

the motion of a ship upon the water.

In other words, you are horribly sick.

Ladyship is a habit and a phrase.

I have a wager with your master that I shall not succumb. Do you think I shall

win? It depends upon what your ladyship is alluding to.

That I shall not succumb to the motion of the ship?

What did you think I meant?

Oh, forgive me, milady, for the moment my mind is straight to other things.

Yes, I think you will win that wager.

That is the only wager we have, William.

Yes, milady.

You sound doubtful.

When two people make a voyage, milady, one of them a man like my master, the

other a woman like my mistress.

The situation strikes me as being pregnant with possibilities.

You are very presumptuous, William. I'm sorry, milady.

You're forgetting I've been married eight years and a mother of two

children, and that next month I shall be thirty.

On the contrary, milady, it was these three things I was most remembering.

Then I'm inexpressibly shocked with you. Open the door and let me into the

garden. Yes, milady.

If Master Jamie should really want some strawberries.

I understand perfectly, milady. I will give him some quietly in the pantry by

myself. Good.

Goodbye, William.

Goodbye, milady.

Bonjour, madame.

This way.

Ahmed.

Good morning.

Madame, the captain wishes you to go up, if you please.

Good morning. Good morning.

You bring luck, it seems.

The wind is fair.

Paraitout! Paraitout! Paraitout! Paraitout! Paraitout!

Paraitout!

Paraitout!

Seven, seven.

What do you think of my ship?

Oh, I think she's bewitched and not a ship at all.

For I feel as though I'd never been alive before.

And you do not feel seasick?

You never felt so well in my life.

Are you happy?

Yes.

Why do you ask?

Because I am happy to.

Do you know what Lady St. Column is doing now?

I should like to know.

She's lying in bed with chills and fever and will allow no one in her room except

William, her faithful servant.

If Lady St. Column tosses on a bed of fever, who is this woman on deck with

me?

A cabin boy, the most insignificant member of the crew.

Would you like to sail the ship?

May I?

Will she not sink?

Go on.

You hold the staff in your two hands thus.

You keep the ship steady on the course.

Do not let her fall away too much or she will jive her spritzle.

Do you feel the wind on the back of your head?

Mm-hmm.

Keep it there, then.

I believe you're going to do something mad, something very foolish.

You told me you wanted Godolphin's wig, didn't you?

What are you going to do?

Do you know Godolphin's brother-in-law, a Philip Rashly who lives at Foy?

I've heard Harry speak of him.

Some time ago, he raided the French coast and stole a ship.

He sent her to the Indies.

And she's just returned with a cargo of riches.

She lies at anchor in Hoyt Haven.

My intention is to seize her.

Put a price crew on board and have them sail to the French coast.

Well, the cargo shall pay for the use that Rashleigh's had of the ship.

Supposing her men outnumber yours?

That's one of the risks I take.

There's a fort here at the harbour mount.

But I can't guarantee that every fellow in the fort will be asleep for my

benefit.

So there's only one thing to do.

Leave La Mouette here and go overland.

Rashleigh's ship is lying here.

Can you climb cliffs?

Well, I could climb better on a pair of breeches.

That's what I thought.

Here's a pair belonging to Pierre.

They're his Sunday breeches. They're a little cleaner.

Here's his shirt, too.

Stockings and shoes.

And a knife.

You won't want a jacket the night it's too warm.

You'd better change now and come on deck when you're ready.

You know the way well?

Oui, mon capitaine.

Last week at night I covered the whole route.

We climbed the cliff at the farm of one penman.

I know the milkmaid.

They are heavy sleepers, mon capitaine. They will not hear us.

Bien.

Come here.

You have remembered that your ladies have called.

Yes.

I'm leaving part of the crew on board the Seagull.

If you wish to, you know you can stay with him.

No, a little while ago I would have stayed, but not now.

Then Lady St. Colm has returned to her sickbed? Yes.

You will never pass for a boy, not without hair.

I cut it off about a pair of scissors.

You would look more like a cabin boy, perhaps.

But I would rather risk capture than have you do it.

Put this down.

We must get our work done while the wind favors us.

Hurry now.

Like this.

How long?

If there's trouble, make sail.

Lay a mile from the coast and watch for a signal fire.

Yes, sir.

Captain!

Good luck!

This way.

There she is.

How do we get out there?

Get ready to swim.

Oh, I'm not very good at it.

What's the matter?

The wind has changed.

It's back into the south.

Here.

Ali. I've just told Pierre to take you back to the seagull.

Why? Why must I go back?

Because the wind turned against us. The seagull is on a lee shore. She'll have

to beat out of the bay.

You and Pierre will have time to get back before they get sail on her.

I understand with the changing of the wind, it's going to be difficult to get

the ship away.

Not the seagull, that ship, I mean.

That's why you want me to go back, in case there's trouble.

Yes.

Not going back.

Why do you want to stay?

You know why I want to stay.

I wanted you to go for the same reason.

Stay then, and we'll make a fight for it, and hang together from the same tree

you and I.

Come, we must hurry now and get the ship on the way before the wind strengthens

again.

But first...

We must have the owner aboard.

Would you... Would you like to do something with a bit of danger in it?

Yes, tell me what to do.

Here.

I want you to go with Pierre, find a boat, and cross over to Foye Town and

call on Philip Rash.

He lives there, in the house next to the church.

I want you to tell him that he's wanted on board his ship.

Make up any story you like. But keep in the shadow. You won't do as a boy under

the light.

Well, suppose he refuses to come.

He won't refuse.

None of your clever.

Go now.

Right.

If I don't return in a quarter of an hour, go back to the ship.

Philip, there's a squall blowing up. Is there?

Coming from the southwest.

Here quite shortly.

I wish you'd moored the ship upriver.

They may have trouble with her by morning.

Oh, I've never lost a ship from that mooring, George.

Maybe. I think it would be wise if you'd taken her up to Carter's Wharf, maybe.

wanted. Who is it, George? Somebody wants you.

Come inside, boy. No, sir. If you tell Mr. Ashley, he's sent for from the ship,

sir. Who the devil is it then? Young Jim Thomas?

Well, it's someone from the ship.

Is your name Jim Thomas?

Aye, sir. And the master said, would Mr. Ashley come aboard at once? There's no

time to lose. The ship's in danger.

What's that? You step away. Do you hear that? The ship's in danger.

Let me go. I got another message to run.

I got to fetch the doctor. My mother's taken ill, sir. His mother? What's all

this nonsense? Jim Thomas's mother's been dead 10 years. What?

Who are you?

What's wrong with the ship?

Hurry, hurry. The wind's rising.

Come on, George. Let's go. Come on, Rusty. Come on.

Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.

Go. Go. Go.

Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.

Go. Go.

Thank you,

Sardau.

around this way? I'd see no one, but there's something wrong yonder, sir.

Looks like your ship's broke away from her boy.

What's that?

Look, they're breaking out of sails.

Why didn't he let go his anchor? He'll hammer aground.

Ahoy there, Merry Fortune!

Merry Fortune!

Ahoy, Dan Thomas!

Ahoy! Rouse the men ashore, Joe.

Blast that fool, Dan Thomas!

Come about.

Come about, man. Boy, you lose your chance.

Merci mille fois, monsieur.

It's the Frenchman.

He's going to see.

Man the boats all hands.

Boats are in trouble.

The lines have been cut.

Swim out, some of you, and get those boats.

Hurry. Hurry.

Look, there's that boy. He who cut the boats open.

That two of them, stop them.

Hurry! Hurry! Bring your boats alongside!

Yes, I'm all right.

There's your friend, O'Donnell.

There's a water ball. Don't fire.

Gentlemen,

a safe passage back to land. But first...

Leave your powder, boys.

You will not catch us this time.

I lost my earrings after all.

I came below once to see how you were and you threw a pillow at my head.

You're lying. You never did. I never saw so.

You were too far gone to remember anything about it. But we will not

argue. Are you hungry?

Yes. I thought we might have dinner together.

What time is it?

About three o'clock in the afternoon.

What day would it be?

Sunday.

Your friend Godolphin will have missed his morning in church.

Unless there's a good wig maker in Foy.

When did you put it here?

When you were seasick.

Can you eat a wing?

Yes.

By now we might be hanging from a tree in Godolphin's Park.

We would have been if that wing hadn't shifted.

Do you always have the devil's own luck, Frenchman?

Always.

Well, I'm glad I had the adventure and the excitement, but I'm glad it's over

too. You did not do too badly for a cabin boy.

How long are we going to be on the merry fortune?

Why, do you want to go home?

I just wondered.

What are we going to do now?

As we will not get a breeze before nightfall, we can do as we please.

Well, we might go fishing in the cool of the evening before the sun is down.

We might?

This could be forever, if we wished.

Tomorrow and the next day.

Lady St. Column is not Dona, the cabin boy.

She is someone who has a life in another world.

Lady St. Column is still asleep at Navan.

And her dreams are very, very lovely.

For all that, they are still dreams.

She will wake when the sun is up and begin to look after the house.

No, this.

Always this.

Always the fire and the dark night.

The supper we've cooked and you here against my heart.

Sail with me.

Sail with me now and never return to Navarone.

Sail with you?

Yes. Perhaps one day you will regret it.

I know that what I have to offer you can never compensate for what you must give

up.

Women will wander for a time and play at adventure.

But in the end, instinct is too strong for them.

They must make their nest and I would sail alone and you would hate me.

What is the answer then for us?

There never has been an answer, Donna.

But if there is one, come with me and we will find it together.

But I... I was planning... No, no plans.

Just come back.

Come back and we will have breakfast together.

And afterwards we will take the boat and go down the river again.

And so another day and another and another.

Oh, God.

What is it?

The children?

Sir Harry has come, milady.

He arrived last night.

Lord Rockingham is with him.

Why did they come?

I gather it was Lord Rockingham's idea, milady.

Yes, it would be my Lord Rockingham.

What have you told Sir Harry?

That you had been in bed for several days with high fever, but that you were

at last getting some measure of sleep.

and that it would be extremely bad for your health if Sir Harry so much as

entered your room.

And he accepted the story?

Yes, my lady.

I'm certain they've come down here to help take your master.

You must get word to him at once that he's in deadly danger.

The ship must leave the creek with the next tide.

It would be more prudent to wait until nightfall, my lady.

Your master must decide that, of course.

I thought to go back and have breakfast with him.

Don't worry, my lady. It will come right.

You will be together again.

Forgive me, William.

It had something to do with having been so happy. I know, milady. I know.

Poor William.

You haven't slept at all from waiting for me.

Come on, Macphrope.

Oh, Dona.

Devilishly hot here. I'm sweating through my shirt.

Well, you don't look so ill.

I'm very much better, thank you, Harry.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

I expected to find you a death's door from what that fellow William told me.

I cursed him good for not sending me word about it.

What kind of a servant is he, anyway?

William's the best servant I ever had.

Oh, well, as long as he pleases you.

Rockingham's here, Dona.

Ah, now, I know you left London in a huff with him, but he doesn't bear any

grudges. Why did you bring Rockingham down here?

Well, it was Rock's idea, really.

One day in town, he met a cousin, a George Godolphin, who told him that a

French pirate was plundering the county.

So Rock said, well, let's go on down to Navarone and lend a hand in the game and

help Godolphin.

How is Godolphin, by the way?

Um, a little out of tempo when I saw him last.

So I should think. His brother-in-law's lost his ship, it seems.

Do you know Philip Rashly? Not to speak to, Harry.

Well, you'll meet him soon. I've invited him here.

Why? Well, we met him in Helston yesterday and in a devil of a temper.

It seems this Frenchman sailed the vessel right out of Foy Harbour under

his very nose.

And Godolphins, too.

Why did you invite Philip Rashly down here?

Well, that was Rockingham's idea as well.

You see, he suggested that we all get together and set a trap for the

Frenchman. When we've caught him, we'll string him up and give you a laugh.

You think you'll succeed, Harry, where others have failed?

Oh, Rock's already thought of a plan.

Aye, Rock, here's Donor.

My lord.

Ah, so you've had a fever, Donor.

A messenger from Lord Godolphin, Sir Harry.

What?

Oh. A most becoming fever.

You don't appear very delighted to see me.

Why should I?

It's some weeks since I saw you, and you left in the most extraordinary way.

I suppose I did something to offend you.

I told Harry when I left London that I wanted to be alone.

But we came down on business.

We propose catching the pirate who seems to be causing you all so much trouble.

Oh, and how do you propose doing that?

We shall see.

I expect he's gone back to France. I'm afraid not.

Why so?

We were told that a vessel was seen only yesterday, making for the English coast.

But the coast of England goes a long way, my dear Rockingham.

Yes, but the Frenchman leaves most of it alone, it seems, all but this little bit

of Cornwall.

Rashly thinks he's even visited your river here.

He must do it at night, then, when I'm in bed.

Possibly he does.

At any rate, it'll be amusing to stop his little game.

How really ideal for a lawbreaker.

Navarone's the only big house in the district.

I almost wish I were a pirate myself.

Knowing the house to be without protection and the lady of the manor as

beautiful as you are, don't I?

Yes, Rockingham.

I'd be tempted to come here often.

But you're not a pirate, my lord Rockingham.

You're simply an unscrupulous and intrusive person whom I continue to

detest. What a delightful little speech.

The Cornish air has made you venomous. Hey, Rock!

Letter from Godolphin.

The hounds are gathering.

We're going to have some fun with it.

Did you send an answer?

I said that Her Ladyship and myself would be delighted to receive the

gentleman for supper.

Whom shall I be delighted to receive?

Oh, Godolphin, Rashleigh, Tommy Eustick, and half a dozen others.

And after supper, we'll all go down and catch the fellow.

Eh, Duchess?

An amusing party, don't you think?

No doubt.

If you wish to give him supper, Harry, I must discuss it with William.

Gentlemen.

Hey, Muppets, anyhow!

Milady.

Milady.

I fear I must come down again with fever, William, and remain in my room

tonight. For what cause, milady?

Because Philip Rashly and the other gentlemen are coming here to supper.

Rashly may recognize me as the woman on the pirate ship.

Why are they coming here tonight, milady? Because the county gentlemen

have agreed upon a plan to take your master.

Thank heaven they will be too late. The seagull will have sailed. No, milady.

She will not have sailed.

William. I went to the creek this morning. I found the ship grounded on

the tile with a rock causing a leak below the waterline.

She will not be ready to sail until after midnight.

You must go and warn your master, William. Go at once, quickly. And you,

milady, you will be advised to stay in your room while the gentlemen are here.

No, William, I shall receive them.

I must keep them late at supper until midnight at least. But, yes, milady, I

will arrange everything.

Sir Harry will choose the wives.

You've seen William?

No, m'lady. He went out after three o'clock and no one's seen him since.

Where the devil's that fellow William? He's got the keys to the wine cellar.

He will be back directly, I expect.

Yes, but I've had to break the lock.

I tell you, Dona, I'll sack the fellow.

Rock's perfectly right. He's got an impudent, familiar manner about him.

Did you win it, Peacat?

Do I ever win playing with Rock?

Oh, hurry, Dona. That's the company. You'll be late.

Take this out.

Who is it?

William, what's happened?

What's the matter?

It is nothing, milady. Come in, quickly.

If you find that William, send him to me.

Be careful, milady. You will spoil your gown. How did it happen?

Coming through the woods, milady. One of Lord Godolphin's men challenged me.

I managed to evade him, but received his scratch.

Did you get word to your master?

Did you give him warning? Yes, milady. He said, tell your mistress I am in no

way to step.

And the ship? Will she sail by midnight?

Dona!

Dona, what the devil's keeping you?

I dislike having my door flung open in such a manner. But the guests are

waiting.

Oh, blast and fiddle-dee-dee, Dona. You know I'm no good in company without you.

All right, go along.

What's the matter with this thing, now?

Come on. Dona, fix this, will you? All right, I will. Now get along.

I take it, gentlemen, the plan I suggested has been carried out.

Men have been posted on the beaches, boats made ready.

So that if there is a vessel hiding up the river, we'll be on hand to get her

tonight as she comes down on top of the tide.

Ladies and gentlemen, gentlemen.

Gentlemen.

My Lord Goddard.

Madam.

My Lord Rockingham.

Philip. Rashleigh.

Mr. Rashleigh.

All old friends of mine.

Welcome to you, gentlemen.

This is the first time for many years there's been such a company at Navern

House. Won't you sit down?

If your wife should not improve, might I offer you the services of my own

physician from London?

Very good idea.

An excellent idea.

But after I have, although a foolish-looking fellow, it's something

very impressive.

I swear I've seen you before somewhere, my lady, but I can't for the life of me

remember the time or the place.

Mr. Rashleigh, what a shadowy impression I must have made upon you at the time,

whenever it was.

On the contrary, madam.

Now, it's an inflection in your voice, I believe, and I've heard it not so very

long ago at that.

Dona has that effect on every man.

They always feel after seeing her that they've known her before.

You'll find, my dear Rashleigh, that it...

that it keeps you awake at night.

Were you ever in Foy, where I live?

It is very difficult to get in and out of Foy, I'm told.

You've heard how I was robbed?

Oh, yes, indeed. So distressing. And you've never had news of your ship

since? Never a word.

However, tonight I hope to settle accounts with him once and for all.

Mr. Rashleigh reminds us, gentlemen, that we linger over along a table.

Oh, I'm exceedingly sorry. I would not dream of hindering you in any way.

A toast!

to the success of your undertaking, gentlemen.

Success?

Dancing here, dancing there.

All together at the Cornish Fair.

Big bass drum.

Boom, boom, boom.

Gentlemen, it's half an hour before midnight.

Was their leader really the desperate fellow you've led me to believe?

Twenty times worse, madam.

The most impotent, bloodthirsty, evil-looking rogue I ever clapped my

eyes on.

We've heard since that his ship carried a full complement of women, most of them

kidnapped from our own villages.

Well, he had a woman aboard the Merry Fortune, a bold-faced baggage if ever

there was one. I could see her up on the deck there above me as plain as I see

you now.

There was a boy, too, a wretched scrap of a boy who came knocking on... That's

it. That's what?

That boy's voice.

That's it.

Are you quite well, Mr. Ashley?

Madam, I swear I don't know.

I keep hearing that boy's voice.

Slight defect of memory, no doubt. We're all subject to it at times. A

provocative discussion, my dear donor, and no doubt fruitful, but I must remind

you that we're here tonight on very desperate business.

My lord, do you wish me to conclude that these Cornish gentlemen are unable to

conduct their own affairs without your insistence?

Nonsense, Rock!

You let my wife conduct her own table.

My beautiful.

Quite right, Hattie. Sit down, Rock.

Go on, fair lady.

Go on.

Thank you, gentlemen.

As I was saying, Mr. Rashleigh, it is very easy to take one person as another,

as in the playhouse, for instance.

A player becomes another person before one's very eyes.

She's going to do Nell Gwynne. She does Nell Gwynne to the life, confound me.

Come on, darling, give us Nellie.

A scoundrel made with fire and vice.

Come on, stop this nonsense.

Fie on you, my lord Rockingham. I wager you can't remember the next line.

A thousand pounds he does. Go on, Rock. Oh, go on, fair lady.

Was Bryce from a slum to a king's embrace.

A life of Nellie, the life of Nellie, the life of Nellie had truly grown.

A life of Nellie had truly grown. From cellar to the throne.

From highway muddling to great renown.

From earthly scum to a monarch's crown.

Who's juice is that?

Someone's late for supper.

Let's open some more wine.

We're all here, and we expect no one else.

How about you, Godolphin?

No one else.

The meeting was secret, in any case.

Open the door.

Where are all the servants?

Dickon, one of you, what are you doing? Are you all asleep?

Someone's blown out the candles. It's as blank as pitch in there.

Dickon! What orders did you give your servants, Harry?

Did you tell them to go to bed?

To bed?

No. The fellows are waiting in the kitchen.

Give them another call, Rock.

I tell you, there's no answer. There's no sign of a light.

Dickon!

Dickon!

Dickon!

Come on, open the door, one.

I say, what are you doing?

Try

be

seated, gentlemen.

Would Your Lordship like to join the gentlemen?

Oh, Sir Harry, your servants are tied up in the game pantry.

I will not keep you long, gentlemen.

As for her ladyship, she may go if she pleases.

But first, I must have the rubies she is wearing in her ears.

I've made a wager about them with my cabin boy.

Is that all?

If the Lady St. Column would spare me that as well, I would have no more

excuse for piracy.

I trust you have recovered from your fever.

I thought so, but your presence here will doubtless bring it back again.

Oh, that would be a pity.

My conscience would be uneasy.

My cabin boy suffers from fever from time to time.

But this here does wonders for him.

You ought to try it.

My Lord Godolphin, I believe the last time we met I relieved you of your wig.

That was also the fault of a wager.

This time I regret to say I must have your weapon.

Your sword, my Lord Rockingham?

Yes. Oh, thank you, William.

Good evening, sir.

You will be very happy to know I am sure that the merry fortune has been returned

to her French owners.

Your sword, sir, if you please.

What you got in your pockets, if you please?

You'll pay for this, you blasted scoundrel.

Possibly. Meantime, it is you I pay.

Yes, sir.

Oh, pardon.

Sir Thomas Eustique.

Oh, come, come, Sir Thomas.

People with too much money are invariably unhappy.

Why, they have no time to enjoy themselves.

Oh, if you touch a penny of it, I'll hang you. Do you hear me? I'll hang you.

Hang for a penny, hang for a pound.

Dis donc.

Merci.

If you please.

Gentlemen, do not wait to be urged.

Disgorge.

Disgorge. May I ask you, sir, what induced a French gentleman to turn into

a pirate?

Mr... Killigrew.

Monsieur Killigrew, there's a certain beauty in the world, something just

beyond our finger sense, which we all desire but very few achieve.

Were you looking for yours, Mr. Killigrew? I do not know, but mine I

have found at last as a pirate.

You cruel scoundrel!

Of all the confounded cheek!

And now, gentlemen, I wish to return to my ship. But I do not want you too close

upon my heels.

I must ask you, therefore, to allow my men to escort you upstairs and lock you

in. No! No, by thunder, no! You've made game of us enough. I am sorry,

gentlemen, but I must insist.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Would you be good enough to go into this alone?

Sir Harry?

It's a very fine emerald.

Not a single flaw, which is rare in an emerald.

However, I owe you something for your hospitality.

Good luck, Frenchman.

Thank you, Mr. Keeley.

Au revoir, monsieur.

Her ladyship and I will now discuss the affairs of the day.

Why are you so reckless?

Don't you know the woods and hills are black with men?

Yes. Why are you here, then?

Because I have not kissed you for nearly 24 hours.

Gentlemen are attended to, monsieur. I may have left at the rendezvous.

Very well, William.

I want you to go to the cottage of your friend, the Tregarth Cottage, and there

await her ladyship's orders until all danger has passed.

I understand, Matthew.

What are you going to do?

This morning, when William brought me the news that you were alone no longer,

I realized that our make-believe was over and that the creek was our haven no

more.

My ship must sail, Dona.

And although she will be free, I will remain captive.

I am bound to you as you're bound to me.

All that you feel, I feel.

Every thought, every wish, every changing mood.

It's too late. There's nothing we can do. You've told me so yourself.

I told you that last night when we were together.

And the morning was many hours away.

At those times, a man can afford to shrug his shoulders at the future...

because he holds the present in his arms.

I have loved you, Dona.

I have loved you in almost every mood.

But mostly, I think, when you threw yourself down on the deck of the Merry

Fortune in Pierre Blanc's britches with blood in your face and I looked at you

and laughed and a bullet whistled over your head.

What is the answer?

It is still the same.

You are Dona Sankoff, wife of an English baronet.

mother of two children.

And I am a rebel and an outlaw.

If there is an answer, Dona, you must make it, not I.

Should you choose to remain here with your husband and children, nothing has

happened in our adventure together that would make your life with them a

pretense.

But if you choose otherwise,

With luck, we should be off the beach by sunrise.

I will wait for you there.

I see that your jewels have been returned to you.

What did you give for them, may I ask?

We are very serious, Rockingham.

I should have thought this evening's jest would have amused you. You're

right. It has amused me.

And when I found that the jest has bungled my ropes... and I was able to

squirm loose and get out through the window... I was prodigiously amused.

You might have freed Harry and the others.

Oh, but I have.

They slipped out very quietly through my window, on the heels of the pirate

jesters.

That, too, I find amusing.

Why didn't you join them, then?

Because there is one thing that does not amuse me.

Ladona St. Column should look at the leader of the jesters in the way she

did, in a way that could mean one thing only, that she loves him.

And so?

And so...

I understand much that has puzzled me since I came here yesterday.

That servant of yours. Those walks in the woods.

That elusive look in your eye that I've never seen before.

Yes, indeed.

Elusive to me.

To Harry.

To all men but one man. And I've seen that man tonight.

Do you deny it?

To you, I deny nothing.

You know, of course, that you could be imprisoned and possibly hanged for this

should the truth come out.

What a very pleasant ending for Donna St Column.

You've never been inside a jail, have you?

You've never smelt the heat and the filth.

You've never tasted the black bread or drunk the thick water.

and the feeling of a rope about your neck as it tightens and chokes you.

How would you like that, my dear donor?

All this, my dear Rockingham, because you imagine I smiled at a pirate when he

asked for my jewels.

You lie.

You smiled at a pirate, but not because he asked for your jewels.

Very well, then.

Tell Godolphin, tell Rashleigh, tell Harry even.

They will say that you are mad.

Possibly, with your Frenchman on the high seas and you at Navarone House.

But supposing we catch your Frenchman and bring him back here?

And play with him a little, as they used to play with prisoners a hundred years

ago? With you looking on, Donna?

I think you'd give yourself away.

It amuses you to be dramatic.

But the days of the rack and thumbscrew are over. Ah, but pirates are hanged,

drawn, and quartered, and with them their accomplices.

All right, then, if you believe me in accomplice, do as you like.

Get the gentlemen, get the soldiers.

And then when you've caught your pirate, you can hang us both side by side from

the same tree. Yes, you'd suffer that, wouldn't you, and be glad.

Because you've had at last the love you've wanted all your life.

Isn't that true?

Yes, it is true.

I could kill you for it.

If he hadn't left London and come down here, it would have been me.

No, Rockingham, never, never.

It's alright, my darling.

Sir Harry!

I'm going to kill you, Sir Harry.

Gentlemen, one at a time, but not all against one.

You think we'll fight you as a gentleman? Fire at me, you paltry thief.

Run him through. No, no, no, no. Take him alive.

I will drive you slowly from a very tall tree and I shall enjoy every moment of

it.

Hang me?

Perhaps.

He's dead.

That Frenchman killed him.

What happened, Donna?

You were with him there in the salon, weren't you?

He gave me back my jewels and... and he went.

He must have come back.

He killed Rock.

Well, him pay for it. I promise you that.

We've got him, you know.

We've got the blasted fellow.

What do you mean? What are you saying?

The Frenchman.

The ship's gone and the rest of the crew.

But we've got him.

Is he wounded?

Yeah. He'll hang without a scratch on him, and he'll know what it feels like.

Where have they got him?

The Dolphin has him in his keep.

We'll hang him tomorrow at daybreak.

Tomorrow?

If they don't burn him alive when they find out that he's killed Rock. I killed

Rockingham.

Don't. I killed him. I had to.

Don't.

You're jesting. I warned you to keep him away from me.

When he found he couldn't have me, he... He hated me. He wanted to kill me.

came after me up the stairs and then I took the armor from the wall and I...

Grok.

Oh, Donna, I've been a fool.

Forgive me. It's too late, Harry. Donna, Donna, don't leave me.

Please, I beg of you. It's my fault.

Donna, Donna, don't leave me.

I'd do anything in the world to make you happy.

Donna.

Donna, there's the children.

I'd be no use to them without you.

They need you.

Don't...

Oh,

jailer, I've promised ladies from Column a view of the prisoner.

Yes, my lord.

This way, my lord.

I'm afraid, my dear, you've got some steps to climb.

I don't think why they didn't build the jail down on the ground floor. It amuses

you to see the prisoner.

It gives me something to do.

The doctor says my son won't be born before midnight.

I think my wife better go in first.

Stand up, can't you, when I

choose to visit you?

Do you hear what I say?

Stand up!

Lady St. Column wishes to take one of your drawings back to London.

It's a souvenir for His Majesty.

Lady St. Column is very welcome.

What is your favorite bird, madame?

Now that is something I never can decide.

Here's a seagull, but I don't think you've given him his full plumage.

The drawing is unfinished, madame.

This particular seagull...

lost one of his feathers in flight.

If you know anything about the species, you will remember, however, that they

very seldom venture far to sea.

This particular gull, for instance, is probably only ten miles from the coast

at the present time.

Then you think he will return in search of the feather he has lost?

Unquestionably, madame.

I never heard of a seagull or any other bird picking up feathers.

Have you made your choice, madam? You should know by this time a woman can

never make up her mind. Well, that's a very nice bird.

Yes, well, I rather like the heron, but I suppose you prefer the stork. Stork?

That reminds me, they'll be wondering where I've got to.

Oh, well, I'm so sorry. No, no, madam, I'll be getting back. Here, you open the

door. Just one moment, Lord Goddard. Open the door.

Come in and remain with her ladyship.

If you'll excuse me, madam, I must be getting back to Dr. Williams.

Certainly, my lord. And do remind Dr. Williams he has a heavy responsibility.

I will, madam. I certainly will.

Pirate. Mr. Scribbler.

Dr. Williams.

Dr. Williams.

His lordship is very worried, naturally, but there's really no need of it. Dr.

Williams is a most capable physician.

So they say, my lady.

Then he is well known here about?

His fees are well known, milady.

Men like me couldn't afford to meet him in the street.

Though I doubt if I'd know him if I did. He's a helston man, and to my knowledge,

I've never set eyes on him.

Um, you are a married man, I suppose.

Twice, milady.

What is your name?

Zechariah Smith, sir.

And you have children, naturally.

Naturally, milady.

Thirteen, and another one on the way. We don't want to be unlucky.

Zachariah Smith.

You are a very remarkable man.

And how is your wife doing?

Not as well as I could wish, sir.

Oh, but then she must have Dr. Williams, too.

But I'm a poor man.

Oh, but I know Dr. Williams well, and I've never found him unreasonable.

Now, he's a fat, jolly man. Rather foreign. Not at all medical.

One might easily mistake him for a gentleman's body servant.

Supposing I ask him to come over and see you later... when he's made a father of

Lord Godolphin? That would be about midnight.

Don't you think, Zachariah?

Generally, sir.

Well, very well, then. I will send him over tonight.

And I'm sure you two can come to terms.

As a matter of fact, if I were you, I wouldn't mention a fee at all.

Just let things take their own course.

I will, milady, and obliged to you, I'm sure. Not at all.

And, um, not a Zachariah. I've chosen my drawing, and I'll go down with you. Very

well, my lady.

Good night, then.

Dr. Wingerman is grown.

Good-bye, Frenchman.

Au revoir, Lady St. Carlo.

The son and heir must be about to make his appearance. Even the guards are

gone. Well, look, now don't forget you're Dr. Williams and I'm your groom.

Yes, milady.

You'd better drop the milady and call me Tom.

Oh, no, milady.

My lips would not train the words. It would be too distressing.

Williams of Hellstock.

Come inside, sir. Come inside.

Was it a boy tonight, sir?

Oh, yes. Yes, it was indeed.

Robert James has launched you a better boy.

Sit down, doctor. Sit down, sir. Thank you.

What was the weight of the boy, may I ask, sir?

The weight?

Oh, yes. Now, let me think. The weight was, oh, three or four pounds.

Call that a boy?

That's no bigger than a shrimp.

Did I say three or four?

It was a mistake, of course. What I should have said was 13 or 14.

No, no, no. Now that I come to think of it, it was 15 or 16 pounds.

Well, that's something over the odd, sir.

That lady who was here today, sir, had great confidence in you.

I'm glad to see that it is not misplaced. Oh, that lady. Oh, yes, she

is worth 20 Lady Godolphins, unless I am mistaken.

And between you and me and the Twelve Apostles, sir, that Frenchman up there

is a finer figure of a man than some who intend to hang him.

Really? I am most interested to meet the man. After all, I have heard by all

reports a very desperate person.

The country will be well rid of him.

He's sleeping now, I suppose.

That is, of course, if a man can't sleep on his last night.

Lord bless you, no, sir. He's up there smiling and smoking and coping. covering

sheets of paper with birds.

No. It's irregular, sir.

But if you've a humour to see him, come along. Thank you.

Afterwards, I will be peace to prescribe for your wife without fee. You

understand? Thank you, doctor.

Indeed, sir, you're not the man we took you for.

Indeed, I am not, as you will discover.

Dr. Williams here.

What do you want with him? They sent word from the house. Their ladyship's

been taken worse.

I shouldn't wonder. I'll call him.

Zachariah. They want the doctor up at the hoops.

Donut, where are you? Here.

What are you going to do?

Oh! What?

So small.

Who are you? What do you want?

Did you get his lordship in here? And is he pleased? Please me foot, it's twin

girls. I want my supper. Take your hands away.

Get in, Willie.

Dr. Williams?

Me, Dr. Williams.

Wet keeps her round them, like coming in for us.

If the breeze is steady, William will see Brittany tonight at home.

There's a house there, and a finny stair, which means the land's end.

It's on a jagged piece of rock that runs out into the Atlantic toward the

America.

Your house and mine, my darling.

I tell you.

Your children.

Yes.

That night you'd gone.

My son, my son James, awoke and cried.

And I knew then, I knew then that a man may be free if it all costs you well.

But a woman can only escape for a night and a day.

The answer is still the same.

I love you.

I shall always love you.

Oh, Donna, you belong to me.

Why can't we have our happiness?

I shall be happy in you until I die.

Your boy may follow the sea one day.

And if he does, tell him of La Muerte.

And a pirate who escaped.

A pirate who'd love to see more than anything in the world until he found

you.